Honor the Process

After writing about the dilemma of professional pursuits in the field of art in my other blog "Creating a Public Practice", I am wondering where life will take me after I graduate next month, and am reminded of the Robert Frost poem: Road Not Taken. As a way to honor this difficult life path that I am on, I thought I would post that poem here as a reminder to myself and others.



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

...Robert Frost